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Uploaded by on Dec 7, 2009

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Dacey is flying down today. She's staying just for the weekend. She says she can't wait to see me again. I scribble a song down on my notebook when Carly knocks on my bedroom door. "Come in," I insisted, shoving my notebook under my pillow and laying back.

"Hey," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She cracked my door open and stepped inside.

"What's up?" I asked, sitting up to give her room to sit.

Her face was merely gloomy. Her wavy hair was down at her shoulders and her converse clacked against the wooden floor. "I need to talk to you," she stated.

"About what?" I patted the open spot on my bed, gesturing her to sit.

"Dacey's really coming?" she asked. I knew that wasn't really what she was here to talk about. She sat next to me on my bed and looked at me. "Why?"

I sighed. "She still loves me and well, I'm not sure of my feelings for her. I mean, she wasn't true if she wasn't willing to let me love my dream," I reminded her.

"But she's all-around PERFECT. How could you not love her?" she asked, shocked. "I mean, her hair and skin and eyes. BEAUTIFUL."

I chuckled. "Tell me you aren't JEALOUS of her." I mocked. Carly had to personality everyone liked, Dacey just had the looks.

Carly looked down. "Maybe just a little," she mumbled. "I mean---"

I cut her off. "Carly, you have the personality and all Dacey has are the looks. Listen, you'll find someone here. Hollywood? It's the land of dreams!"

"You'll be with me at school, right?" she said, just checking.

"I wouldn't make you come to Hollywood and go to school on your own!" I assured her.

-Weekend-

A knock on my front door. Chills swam down my spine. It was Dacey.

Carly glanced at me nervously as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I stood up and we both walked down the stairs side-by-side.

My mother propped the front door open and there she was. Mrs. Perfect. She wore short-shorts with tears in them, a dark blue tank-top that went well with her eyes, and black converse. Her hair fell in her gorgeous, tan face. She took a step into my house.

"JUSTY!" she squealed and tackled me with a hug. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she squeezed me close to her fine figure.

"Hey, Dace," I muttered. I didn't hug back. I nervously glanced at Carly who stood there with her arms folded and eyebrows raised.

"Nice to see you again, Dacey," Carly smirked from the background.

Dacey pulled away, allowing me to breathe. She kept one arm around my waist and glared at Carly. "Can we have some privacy, hun?" Her voice was cold and flat.

Carly looked at me, worried. "Sure," she murmured and stumble away.

"Who's the freak show?" Dacey whispered, referring to Carly.

That crosses the line.
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Part Three! Like the intro?? :)

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